For a moment, he stops, stiff with something he could not name.
The stiffness eases, replaced with a calm, like clay spun on a wheel.
"I trust you," he answers, though he does not face the rose again. Some tautness shakes itself free of his limbs. He goes with Charlie through the door, smiling.
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Date: 2007-09-02 05:17 am (UTC)The stiffness eases, replaced with a calm, like clay spun on a wheel.
"I trust you," he answers, though he does not face the rose again. Some tautness shakes itself free of his limbs. He goes with Charlie through the door, smiling.